The sun scorched the grassland, a cricket slowly climbed up the instep covered with mud from the grass roots, and then there was an almost naked Hun man with his hands tied, his eyes closed and trembling, his gaze extended and rising, and hundreds of captives like him were tied up and stood in the sun.

Under the shade of the trees not far away, several war horses sprayed hot air, bowed their heads and chewed tender grass, flicked their horsetails to repel the bites of flies and mosquitoes, and Gongsun Zhi on horseback looked at the scene of the prisoners exposed to the sun with an expressionless face.

Since Lu Bu loosened the blockade on them, Dongfang Sheng also brought back the other party's words as they were, which was exactly what he wanted, not only to dress up as one of the strongest cavalry in this era, but also to avenge the day's revenge. In the past month, Gongsun Zhi took the remnants of more than 100 horse thieves to rob and kill the Xiongnu everywhere, and even sneaked into the territory of Xianbei Budugen, while saving the Han captives to enrich the team, while snatching some war horses, weapons and food.

In addition to the basics of horseback riding, archery, and melee slashing, Gongsun Zhi also tried his best to improve the distinction between the sound of wolf howls, the coordination between cavalry and cavalry, and even the discipline on the battlefield, although he had no knowledge of this, only a rough impression of modern military discipline.

"Build a wolf-like cavalry, not in a day or two, chief, if this continues, I am afraid that they will only become murderous demons." Dongfang Sheng sat under the tree, perhaps under the influence of the environment, this sour Confucian, gradually changed.

The figure under the green shade was silent and did not answer, the cold gaze of the big white wolf beside him only raised slightly, and a voice came from a distance.

Under the scorching sun, the figures of war horses were galloping, the ground shook and roared, and the dust was flying, like a long dragon towards the Huns or Xianbei captives here.

Ahh

The wolf howled and gave the order to change formation, and on horseback, the galloping figure hung up the spear, turned out the longbow, and turned sideways to point at the captive on the other side.

"Ready-" Gongsun Zhi raised his hand and said simply.

On the ground, a group of horse thieves stepped forward and slashed the ropes behind the two hundred captives, kicking them in the backs of the Huns and Xianbei people, driving them to run.

……………

A member of a small nameless tribe of the Huns, Ha Sui had been driving his sheep home a day earlier, along with his pregnant wife and a son, but in the twilight, the burning smell of the tent was so uncomfortable that a group of Han Chinese of unknown origin tied ropes to the necks of his relatives and dragged them on the ground.

Hearing the terrible screams of his wife and son, and the menacing laughter of the Han horse thieves, he watched as the group drove away the sheep, took away the Han slaves of the clan, and burned the tents that sheltered them from the wind and rain.

Soon, he was more sure that these people were the demons who escaped from the hands of Changshengtian, but unfortunately his hands were tied and he could not fight against these demons, but the tightened place in his hands suddenly loosened, and when his arms were free again, wooden sticks were suddenly thrown in front of them.

"If any of you can dismount the cavalry in front of you, let you get out of here."

The familiar Hun words sounded out of nowhere, buzzing, he understood some, some didn't understand, but it was not so important, the figures in front and back bent down and picked up the stick, took it in his hand, and in front of him were the same number of cavalry.

Then, like the others, Ha Tremor rushed over that direction.

…….

Under the sun, the wolf howl kept changing the tone in the cavalry ranks, and the cavalry of more than 100 people was just a Han slave who had just joined in.

"Kill!" Gongsun Zhi clenched his fist.

He sat on horseback and watched the Huns and Xianbei captives who wanted to get life rush over with a roar, and then a miserable cry and thick plasma soared into the sky.

Around the horses' hooves rumbling and waving clubs, more than a hundred horsemen ran in three circles, shooting arrows from their horses, and the Hun man named Ha Trembling, still thinking about the death of his wife and children, flew from the hand of a horse thief, nailed into his eye socket, and burrowed into the cranial cavity.

It was motionless, and the corpse was trampled by the rest of the captives and disappeared into the light of day.

The arrows flew in the sky, and when the screaming corpse fell and spread, a Hun suddenly broke through the encirclement and rushed towards the figure riding a horse here, Gongsun Zhi squinted, and before the man rushed to the front, the pony thief Li Ke next to the guard picked up the mace and smashed it on the top of the other party's head, and the whole head exploded with a bang, and the red and white sticky objects were scattered all over the ground.

"Lu Bu... I'm ready. ”

He looked at the one-sided slaughter, the faces that became hideous in the fighting, and smiled, and the wolf nature was highlighting on these people little by little.

Slowly, waving his hand, his voice was cold: "Bring the next batch up." ”

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Yanmen County.

The remnant sun shining on the horizon shone in the city, the mighty and tall figure squatted in the courtyard and carefully took care of a foal, he liked to watch the wrangler put the horse when he was five years old, as long as he saw the horse, he was full of energy, the pony in front of him was in his eyes, as for the white wolf plain gang of horse thieves, he didn't pay attention to it at all.

That day, he went from Jinyang to the Yin Pavilion, and he hurried for several days, and then chased for a day and a night, so that the other party escaped from his hands, and now after more than a month of rest, he didn't care about how powerful the other party was.

I don't know when a cavalryman brought from Bingzhou dismounted outside the courtyard and galloped in, holding a roll of cloth in his hand, and presenting his hands with an anxious face.

"Master book, urgent letter from the assassin history."

"Huh?"

Lu Bu raised his head, looked at the cloth silk in the other party's hand, took it and glanced at it a few times, frowned for a moment, rubbed it in his palm, stood there with his hands silent for a while, glanced at the direction of the north, took a deep breath, and ordered the soldier: "Let the brothers pack their bags and go back to Jinyang." ”

The tone seemed to be somewhat regretful.

The last light fell at dusk, torches were lit on the top of the city, and the soldiers behind the battlements watched the cavalry gallop away. Overhead is the silver galaxy, far away to the White Wolf Plain, the bonfires between the hills reflect the sky, singing and laughter are all around, a few horse thieves drink and wrestle excitedly in the clearing, the woman smiling and sitting by the fire, holding her upright stomach and singing a ballad.

Under a big tree, the voice over there is not high.

"When?"

"This afternoon, the brothers in the city saw it, chief, will Lu Bu be playing any tricks?"

Gao Sheng finished speaking, looking at the shadow under the tree over there, and after a while, the voice and the figure came at the same time, Gongsun Zhi looked up, looked through the gap between the leaves, and looked at the half of the moon.

"The emperor is dead......" The voice came out of his throat.

Around, more than a dozen horse thieves looked at each other, and when they whispered to each other, Gongsun Zhi retracted his gaze and approached everyone, and sat down with a big horse golden knife, his eyes swept over them.

“…… Let's go to the Central Plains. ”

The wind caresses the woods and drops the leaves.

………

On the same night, Northern Xianbei, as a descendant of the orthodox sandalwood locust, Budugen launched a tantrum in the tent.

"Last month, the old king of the Southern Huns sent rouge horses and was robbed, and this time several small tribes in the south were also robbed, and I Xianbei is not a horse thief of more than 100 people who can be bullied at will."

The figure waved his hand angrily, "Gather five hundred warriors and go with me—"

PS: The Lao Wang mentioned here does not refer to the surname.